Sergeant-Major Adrian Shephard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hecu_marine) wrote2008-10-09 12:49 pm
hecu_marine) wrote2008-10-09 12:49 pm
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They're still in fairly open country, at least compared to the dense forests they'd been traveling through before emerging into the weird three-legged thing's range. This must've been farmland once. The trees're too young and the soil too good (Adrian dug up a sample to have a look) for their sparseness to indicate a disaster; they're just new. There was a time when this was human country.
The winding, recessed strip, for that matter, is too regular to have been a streambed. Yes, it turns and twists in places, but no real watercourse puts up with being very straight for very long. There's always something variable to it. Once upon a time, this was a road- a small, poorly paved road, but a road- and it went somewhere.
Shephard is dead silent as they make their way down the track. Even the hissing of his breath through his mask is muted.
The winding, recessed strip, for that matter, is too regular to have been a streambed. Yes, it turns and twists in places, but no real watercourse puts up with being very straight for very long. There's always something variable to it. Once upon a time, this was a road- a small, poorly paved road, but a road- and it went somewhere.
Shephard is dead silent as they make their way down the track. Even the hissing of his breath through his mask is muted.